Monday, August 06, 2012
We don't get to church as often as we did earlier in our lives. I awoke with an upset stomach Sunday morning. Neither of us had slept well, but we were determined to get to church. I do the driving now so when we pulled under the canopy it was raining. DH wanted to use his power chair and I usually can get it out while he works his way to the back of the van. When he sat in the chair, we discovered the battery was dead. So one of the "door greetings" offered to get him a wheel chair and whisked him into a pew.
So I started to put his chair back in with the hydraulic lift and first it locked and a young Friend worked on that for me and then the remote for the hyd. lift acted as if it too had a low battery.
So the same gentleman helped me lift the 350# chair into the van. But now, the crazy thing was dangling 9 inches from the floor. It hooks on an arm with four seat belt attachments, so I detached those and the chair landed on the floor of the van.
Talk about the
sitting on your coat tail...yep, but God's
s were on each side of me! The message was great, the v was wonderful, and God calmed my
and gave me